


The Weekend

by Scylla87



Category: One Direction (Band), Zayn Malik (Musician)
Genre: Barebacking, Hand Jobs, M/M, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, comeslut zayn, much much more, olderliam, youngerzayn
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-04-23
Updated: 2016-06-12
Packaged: 2018-06-03 22:00:20
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Underage
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,206
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6628300
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Scylla87/pseuds/Scylla87
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Sometimes the best things come back around...</p><p>A sequel to <a href="http://archiveofourown.org/works/6240868">Dance With The Devil</a></p>
            </blockquote>





	1. Friday

**Author's Note:**

> I have been playing with the idea of continuing this on, and since there were some people who expressed an interest in seeing a second part, I finall sat down to write one. I meant to have this up last weekend, but things kind of got away from me. I hope that everyone out there likes this one as much as the original. Please hit me up if you have any questions or comments. I also takes requests.

There were rules; Liam had rules. And the rules were very simple, at least they used to be. Somehow Zayn always managed to get past them in ways that Liam wasn't sure he quite understood. But he had swore to himself that he wasn't going to go down that road again, it was a one time thing. If there was going to be anybody that Liam was going to relax the rules for, it couldn't be a sixteen year old boy. Even worse, a sixteen year old that had been a virgin the first time Liam had slid inside him. Zayn needed to be with someone his own age.

Liam let his head hit the wall as be tried to collect his thoughts. Of course he should have known the kid might be there. It was a Friday night, and everybody was there looking to unwind. It should have occurred to him that Zayn might be the same. Zayn was free to come and go as he pleased; Liam didn't own him. He had no reason to be upset, but there was something about the look in the boy's eyes when he caught sight of Liam, almost like he had been searching for him. Maybe Liam had sort of been searching for Zayn too, but that couldn't be.

Seeing Zayn had put him off his game. He need d to go, but he couldn't bring himself to leave. Zayn was right out there, on the dance floor, and all Liam had to do was go over to him. It really was that simple. And he wanted to more than he could say, but there were rules; he had rules for a reason. And yes, there wasn't a specific rule that stated he couldn't drag a sixteen year old boy into the bathroom and bend him over the sink, but it was kind of implied. He needed to remember that.

Liam reached down and squeezed himself gently. He had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning. This was a bad idea. He had only wanted to clear his head, find someone new to tease, and now he found himself faced with the very cause of all this. Liam had lost count of the number of times he had to wrap his hand around himself just because the boy had crossed his mind. He knew he needed to stop it. Thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Zayn made him want even more to track him down and do them. But in times of need, Zayn was the only thing bag came to mind. Liam squeezed again, gasping softly. Just the thought of the teen made him hard; he needed to get out of there and get some air. Maybe that would help him to remember the promises that he had made to himself.

Liam walked out of the bathroom in a daze. His mind was so unfocused that he didn't realize someone was talking to him until a hand grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away. It took what felt like an hour for him to fully process the situation in front of him. Zayn was standing in front of him smiling wider than Liam would have imagined possible. "Found you," the boy was saying. "I saw you earlier, but I thought I'd lost you. You wanna dance?" He looked sheepish for a moment before leaning in to whisper. "And then later, if you want, I could ride you again."

Liam pulled back to look at him. He looked so soft tonight, so much more innocent than when they met three months ago. He was wearing s baggy sweater that helped to cover up where his jeans were probably riding too low on his hips. He looked like he was ready to just curl up and cuddle all night, but Liam remembered just how filthy the boy was underneath all those clothes. He remembered vividly Zayn whispering urgently in his ear, so clearly turned on, the same thing over and over, "so good," as Liam came inside him. And now he was saying that he wanted Liam between his thighs, wanted to ride him again. There were rules, he knew, but he was already on the verge at the thought of seeing Zayn sink down on him again. There was a wild look in the teen's eyes as Liam reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him on the dance floor. This was a bad idea.

Liam pulled Zayn against him, an arm circling the boy's hips. He moved them slowly, in time with the beat. Zayn's ass rubbed against his dick, but he tried to push the thought of it from his mind. They were going to dance, nothing else. So his thoughts were very much stuck on how it felt to be fully seated in the boy's tight heat, that didn't mean he couldn't keep it together.

He rubbed his hand along Zayn's stomach. The music was faster, but they were keeping up. Without thinking about it, his hand was speeding up too. Zayn rolled against him, giving him some of the friction that he craved, and it was making him forget things, go against his better judgement. Liam's hand dipped beneath Zayn's shirt, fingers dancing across bare skin, curling in the little trail of hair there. He brushed them along the boy's waistband; they came up sticky. He wondered if Zayn could hear the low growl I'm his throat.

Closing his eyes, Liam buried his face in Zayn's hair. His fingers ran a,King the very edge of his pants again. Liam groaned softly as his fingertips brushed against the head of Zayn's dick where it was trapped against his stomach. He collected the ore come leaking out and used it to circle the boy's tip. His hand was sinking beneath Zayn's waistband, trying to wrap around him. Zayn ground back against him. Liam's palm wrapped around his cock and stroked him firmly, not wanting to ease into it. He wanted to make Zayn come right there on the dance floor, but the biy seemed to have other plans. He reached down and grabbed Liam's wrist but found himself unable to stop the older man's movements. "Liam," Zayn sighed. His words went unheard beneath the music.

Liam rubbed his plan along Zayn's dick, loving how the biy squirmed against him. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Are you going to be a good boy and come all over yourself for me?"

Zayn gasped softly, nodding as they swayed with the music. Liam could tell that he was pushing all the right buttons, driving his partner wild. He ran his thumb across the boy's slit, causing him to jerk. "You like that?" Liam whispered.

Zayn appeared to far gone to even nod. Liam rubbed along god buys shaft, knowing they were getting close. "I wonder if anyone knows just how good you're being for me?" He nibbled on Zayn's earlobe. "But I bet you like it, huh, letting me stroke you off with all these people around. I bet it gets you proper hard just thinking about them watching you like this." He wasn't even able to finish before he felt Zayn coating his hand. "Now that's a good boy. Always so good for me."

Zayn panted loudly as he came down from the high he was riding. Liam eased his hand out off the teen's pants and kissed him softly in the temple. He had barely stopped moving his hips against Zayn's ass when the younger of the two grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd.

Liam allowed himself to be pulled into the bathroom and shoved against the door. "Zayn," he said as the biy sunk to his knees and began messing with the front of his pants.

"No time to ride you now," Zayn muttered as he pushed Liam's pants and boxers down his thighs.

Zayn surged forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Liam's cock. He made quick work around d the tip, lapping up the predominantly leaking onto his tongue. "Tastes so good," he moaned softly before leaning down to take more into his mouth.

Liam groaned as he felt his cock slipping into the warm heat of the teen's mouth. He knew that he needed to put a stop to this, but it was hard to think straight with Zayn bobbing up and down on him. Liam wound his fingers in the boy's hair. He grabbed a handful and pulled gently as he felt his tip hit the back of Zayn's throat. The boy swallowed experimentally but pulled back coughing. Liam ran his hand along the boy's jaw as he gasped for breath. He knew instinctually that he shouldn't say anything.

Zayn's breathing evened out. Liam rubbed along his jaw for a moment as the boy looked up at him softly. He reached down and grabbed his dick with his other hand and directed it back between Zayn's lips.

Zayn continued to watch as the older man made shallow thrusts into his mouth. Liam thought the boy looked fucking obscene with his wide brown eyes flicked he at him with nothing but trust as he lips wrapped around Liam's cock. He wound his hand back into the boy's hair and used it to hold him steady as he snapped his hips forward a little faster.

Liam pressed his tip into the back of Zayn's throat again but pulled back before he caused the boy discomfort. He pressed forward a little further, holding slightly longer this time. He repeated the action over and over, feeling as Zayn began to relax the muscles in his throat. "That's it baby," Liam groaned as Zayn tried swallowing around him again.

Zayn took the encouragement and swallowed again. Liam hissed slightly as he pulled back for a moment only to thrust back in a second later. He could feel his release building. He snapped his hips forward, pressing his tip into the boy's throat as he started to come. He knew that he would never forget the look of absolute contentment that came over Zayn's face as his come eased down the boy's throat. Zayn swallowed hard, trying to drink every drop.

Liam eased out slowly. He ran a finger along Zayn's swollen lips. "Do you have to get home soon?" he asked.

Zayn's voice was raspy as he spoke, "my parents are out of town."

Liam nodded to himself as he tucked his dick away. He gazed down at the boy still on his knees in front of him, making up his mind in a moment. "You should come home with me."

Zayn smiled softly as he let Liam pull him to his feet.


	2. Saturday

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> This chapter is a little bit longer. I thought for a change I'd give a little insight into what is going on in Zayn's head. There is also a little fluff in here. Hopefully you guys like it.

Liam watched from just inside the door as Zayn looked around the room. He could almost feel the nervousness wafting off the teen as he stepped closer to him. The number of times he had pictured this moment since they had met he didn't know, but now here they stood, in the living room of Liam's apartment. He closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around his lover's waist. He rested one hand against Zayn's stomach as be pressed his lips to the back of his neck. The boy relaxed against him. "I'm glad that you're here," Liam whispered.

Zayn laid his head back against Liam's shoulder and sighed contented. He reached beneath his sweater and entwined his fingers with Liam's and squeezed hard. "I've never done this before, gone home with a man I barely know."

Liam kissed along his neck to his ear. He took the lobe into his mouth and sucked gently. He had figured as much. His hands roved along Zayn stomach until they were wrapped around the swell of each hip. He squeezed gently, trying to leave behind marks that would linger for days to come. He wanted the world to know that he owned this boy, even if it was just for a moment.

Zayn squirmed against him as he kicked off his shoes, toed off his socks. His hands flew to his jeans, struggling in his haste to take them off. He had barely managed to pull down the zipper before Liam's hands were pushing the denim off his hips. Zayn leaned forward, resting his head against the wall, so that Liam had better access. Liam growled softly. "I'll be right back," he said before leaving Zayn alone, half naked in the living room.

Zayn sighed as he felt Liam return, a hand brushing just under the tail of his shirt to caress his ass. He spread his legs a little, wanting those fingers to dip between his checks. Liam rubbed his thumb across Zayn's hole. "Is this what you want baby?" Liam whispered against his neck.

Zayn moaned loudly. His toes dug into the carpet as he waited for it, but Liam's hands were retreating. He turned to see the older man settle onto the couch and crossed over to him. He straddled Liam's lap like he'd done the night they met and leaned forward to kiss him. Liam grabbed the boy's hips to hold him still and pulled back to look at him. He moved one of his hands to Zayn's face and rubbed along his jaw. "Want my fingers baby?"

Zayn shook his head slightly. He pulled his sweater over his head and surged forward to pull Liam back into a kiss. "Want your cock," he mumbled against the older man's lips. "Want to ride you."

Liam growled against him as he struggled to get the bottle of lube open and explore Zayn's mouth simultaneously. Finally he managed to get some on his fingers and pressed one into Zayn. The boy gassed loudly against him. "I forgot it burns," he panted as he pressed his hips down to take more of Liam's finger.

Liam worked fast, wanting more than anything to feel this boy relax enough for him to add another finger. "Has anyone else done this for you?" he asked as he finally pressed a second slick digit in with the first.

Zayn shook his head between kisses. "No one but me." He pulled back some to look at Liam. "Feels much better when you do it."

Liam pulled his fingers out and wrapped his arm back around Zayn's waist, lifting him up. He reached down to grab the lube as the teen wrapped his legs around his waist. Without a word Liam carried him to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He walked over to the bed and pulled back the blankets before setting Zayn down. He looked the boy over for a moment. "Get on your stomach," he said.

Zayn did as he was told, lying so he could watch as Liam began to take his clothes off piece by piece. He barely had time to take in the other man's body before Liam was climbing on top of him.

Liam wedged a knee between Zayn's thighs, spreading them a little so he could press three fingers back into his hole. Zayn moaned loudly into the pillow as Liam twisted them around inside him. "You don't know how long I've thought about this, getting you under me," Liam whispered in his ear. He pressed his fingers against Zayn's prostate, causing the boy to rut against the mattress. "Still want my cock?"

"So much," Zayn moaned, voice half muffled by the pillow.

Liam pulled his fingers out again and grabbed the lube. He poured some onto his palm and slicked himself up. Without warning he pressed his dick against Zayn and slid inside him. The stretch was a little too much this time, and Liam knew he should have prepped him more. He ran his clean hand along the exposed part of Zayn's face. "I'm sorry baby; it'll feel better soon."

Zayn nodded slightly. "I remember," he whispered.

Liam grabbed ahold of Zayn's hand and wound their fingers together. He pulled out slightly and pressed back in. Zayn gripped Liam's hand tightly as a soft gasp escaped his lips. He kept his hips perfectly still as Liam repeated the motion again. He let Liam slowly press him into the mattress as his muscles began to relax to take even more. "Better?" Liam whispered against his neck.

"Yeah," Zayn sighed. He pressed his hips back to meet Liam's thrusts. "Want you deeper."

Liam eased in further, letting himself bottom out. Zayn sighed contentedly as Liam brushed ever so slightly against his prostate. Liam wound his other arm under Zayn's shoulder as he began to set a rhythm. He slowly pushed and pulled, driving Zayn into the mattress. He knew that every thrust was causing the boy's cock to rut against the sheets. He pressed forward harder, increasing the friction he was causing. Zayn moaned loudly. "Not like this last time," he whispered.

Liam bit down on the boy's neck. "And it won't be like next time either."

Zayn gasped loudly as Liam pressed against his prostate and drove his hips into the mattress. He moaned softly, and Liam knew that he had caused the boy to come across his stomach. He kept his movements deep as he chased his own release. "Want me to come in you?"

Zayn nodded vigorously. Liam grunted against him as be spilled deep inside of him. Zayn moaned again as he felt how wet Liam had made him. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

Liam reached over into the bedside table before he could think better of it. He rooted around until he could find what he was looking for. Zayn opened his eyes again to take in the small lime green object in Liam's hand. It was flat on one end and tampered off at the other. It was obvious he had never see one before by the confused look that he gave Liam. "It's a plug," Liam explained. "It goes inside you." He pointed to the thin end. "And then this part rests outside so that it can be taken out." He held it out for Zayn to touch it.

Zayn's fingers brushed against the toy. "And you want to put it in me?" He sounded so small as he spoke; it suddenly hit Liam all over again just how young he was.

"You can say no. I just thought you might like it, a way to keep the come inside you." Zayn looked from the toy to Liam. He nodded slightly. "Always such a good boy," Liam whispered, running a hand along his face.

Liam pulled out slowly. He pushed the plug between Zayn's cheeks a second later and laid down beside the boy, pulling him to him. "We should get you cleaned up," he said.

Zayn snuggled back against him. "I don't know if I can walk with it in me," he whispered. He sounded embarrassed as he spoke. "It feels weird."

"You want to take it out?"

Zayn was quiet for a long time. "No," he said simply as he drifted off to sleep. He was barely aware of Liam pulling the covers over them before he was out again.

***

Zayn woke up next to someone. That had never happened to him before. He looked at the room around him but nothing stood out. It took a moment for everything to come back to him. He looked over to the man who had his arms wrapped around him just to make sure it hadn't all been a dream. To his relief saw Liam sleeping peacefully beside him. He wanted to reach out and touch him but was afraid he'd wake up and regret that Zayn was still there. Though he wished to crawl even further into Liam's arms, Zayn eased out of bed and tiptoed across the room.

The door squeaked a little as Zayn pulled it open. He was out in the hallway before he realized that he and no idea where the bathroom was in this place. He walked down the hall and opened the first door he came to. Luckily he managed to find what he was looking for on the first try. He flipped the switch and shuffled through the doorway. He made his way over to the toilet and sighed with relief once he was done.

Zayn stood in front of the mirror and took in the state he was in. His hair was a mess, not much of a surprise there, but the rest of him was a mess too. Across his stomach he could see where his come and dried as he was sleeping. He frowned heavily as he wet a hand to try and scrub some of it away. He was only partially successful before he gave up completely. He sighed again. He had no idea how he had gotten here, how he had come to be standing naked in some strange bathroom covered in come. This wasn't at all how he had imagined the night would go. Not that he was complaining.

Zayn turned off the bathroom light and made his way back to Liam's bedroom. He shut the door quietly and tiptoed back to the bed. He paused as he pulled back the covers to take in the man beneath them. Liam was even hotter than he had remembered. Zayn was overcome with an urge to trace every inch of skin he could see, if only as a way to memorize it. He couldn't believe that he had actually gotten to sleep beside this man at all. It was too much. He should go, grab his clothes and go. Yet something had him easing back onto the mattress. He had barely gotten back onto the bed before Liam was drawing him back in. Zayn allowed himself to be cuddled close and laid his head on Liam's chest. He could feel sleep already trying to pull him back in. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of the man holding him. He knew in the morning all of this would be over. Liam would wake up, realize that Zayn was still around, and kick him out. He wasn't stupid. Young maybe but not stupid. He knew that Liam wasn't going to want to be his boyfriend. This was only about one thing for him. Of that Zayn was sure. A part of him wanted to wake Liam up to see if maybe he'd want to fuck again before throwing Zayn out, but instead he allowed sleep to claim him.

***

Liam walked back into the bedroom and gazed at the boy snoozing in his bed. It was a pity to wake him, but Liam ran a hand down Zayn's face anyway. "Come on, you got to get up," he said softly.

Zayn's face scrunched up in annoyance as he was woken up. He glared at Liam. He was met with a soft smile in return. "Come on, got to get you cleaned up," Liam said.

Zayn was slow to crawl off the bed, but he followed Liam across the room to the bathroom. Liam led him over to the bathtub he had begun to fill with water. He reached behind Zayn and pulled the plug out by the base. "Come on, we got to get you ready for later." He reached over to turn the water off.

"Later?" Zayn croaked. He sounded awful as he tried to clear his throat, but it still felt all scratchy.

"I'll go make you some tea," Liam said as he rubbed a hand up and down Zayn's back. He left Zayn standing by the tub and went into the kitchen.

When Liam returned Zayn hand sunk into the warm water. He looked so relaxed with his head resting on the back of the tub. Liam knelt down beside him and held out the cup. "Here," he said. Zayn opened his eyes and reached out for it. "That should make it better."

Zayn nodded as he took a small sip. Liam watched him swallow slowly, letting the warm liquid ease down his sore throat. When he spoke he sounded better but not by much. "Thanks."

Liam nodded and reached for the washcloth he'd laid on the side of the tub. He dipped it into the water and brough it up to rub across Zayn's neck and chest. Zayn watched him. Liam continued to run the washcloth down his stomach. "You got yourself all dirty last night," he said as he reached for the soap.

"I seem to remember you getting me dirty too," Zayn whispered.

Liam smiled at the memory. He used the soapy washcloth to rub along Zayn's stomach again, cleaning off the bits of come that lingered there. The washcloth dipped beneath the surface of the water as Liam's hand probed lower. Zayn squirmed a little as the washcloth circled his cock and rubbed gently. Liam continued even lower, rubbing against his hole. He dropped all presence of cleaning him off, a finger pressing against him gently. "I think I might want to get you dirty again," he whispered.

Zayn set the tea on the floor before it spilled. Liam was teasing him, pushing the tip of his finger in and pulling it back out again. It slid in easily after a moment. Liam immediately began to search for the spot he knew would drive him wild. "On second thought," he said as he slid another finger in, "I don't think we should go out tonight after all. We're going to be much too busy here."

Zayn moaned softly as Liam's fingers found his prostate. He leaned back against the tub, his eyes falling closed. After all, maybe Liam's fingers were a good way to wake up after all. He could get used to this. "There," he whispered softly. "Don't stop."


	3. Sunday

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I am so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up. I had some issues with writer's block there for a while and kept getting distracted. Hopefully this last chapter will be worth it though. Let me know what you guys think. And as always, I am happy to take suggestions for other fics, just hit me up either on here or on tumblr. 
> 
> The fic blog: [Scylla87](https://www.tumblr.com/blog/scylla87-ao3)

Zayn watched the sun coming up in the distance. He hated to see it. It meant that he would have to go home, something that he was desperate not to have to do. It was nice being in this little bubble with Liam, but he knew that it couldn't last. It was almost time for them both to go back to their lives, almost time for Liam to forget all about him.

Zayn rolled over to face the older man beside him. Liam was already waking up himself. "Bright," the older man muttered.

"We forgot to close the curtains last night," Zayn responded. "I think we gave your neighbors a bit of a show."

Liam chuckled softly. He reached over and pulled Zayn closer to him. Zayn went willingly, wanting to be touched for as long as Liam would let him stay. He nuzzled against his chest as Liam wrapped his arm around Zayn's back. "It's too early for you to be up," Liam said, kissing along Zayn's neck.

Zayn sighed softly, his fingers twisting into Liam's hair. This was what he wanted, to be here in this bed, with this man until he had no choice but to go. He winced sharply as Liam's fingers rubbed against his stretched hole. "Just a little sore," Zayn said as Liam pulled away slightly to look at him. He lended forward and kissed him softly. "The price I pay for loving the feel of you inside of me," he whispered against Liam's lips. He reached behind him and directed his lover's hand back against him. "You always make me feel so good."

Liam deepened their kiss, drawing Zayn into him. Zayn ran his hands under one of the pillows frantically trying to find the bottle he had shoved under there mere hours before. By the time he had found it, Liam's fingers were pushing into him, but luckily he was stretched enough that the burn wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Without looking he popped open the cap and poured some onto his hand. Liam bit his bottom lip softly as Zayn wrapped his hand around the man's cock and spread the lube with rapid strokes.

Without breaking their kiss, Zayn threw his leg over Liam's hip and rolled them over so he was on top. He didn't even need to push Liam's fingers away as he grabbed his lover's cock and directed it between his cheeks. He hissed sharply as the head split him open. "It's okay baby," Liam soothed against his mouth. He was always like that when he knew he'd hurt Zayn accidentally, and Zayn didn't have the heart to tell him that he liked it that way, loved the pain a little too much. He was so raw that easing down was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He wanted to let Liam bottom out so he could adjust for a moment, but he couldn't help but want to take it even slower, prolong the pain for as long as possible.

He sunk down to Liam's base and exhaled sharply. He never thought that it would fell like this. Since that first night, all he'd been able to think about was getting to ride Liam again. Zayn pulled back some and sat back, driving Liam's cock against his prostate. He started to move slowly, taking his time. He ran a hand along the older man's chest, tangling his fingers in Liam's chest hair. Liam lay there, still half asleep, and watched him. "You always look so pretty on my cock. And so content."

Zayn smiled softly. Liam reached out and wrapped his hand around Zayn's cock. He stroked him slowly as Zayn's hips set a rhythm. They were both so lazy in their movements, but it felt too good to pick up the pace just yet. "I wish this didn't have to end," Zayn said softly.

Liam smiled. "I like how cute you look when you get off on me coming inside of you too much to drag this out too long."

Zayn nodded a little to himself. He wished he could keep things like this, could have this fully. He wanted to be able to stay here, in this moment, with Liam inside of him, one hand on his hip the other on his cock. And more than anything he wished that he could say that.

Liam seemed to know what he was thinking. "When do you need to be back?"

Zayn bit his lip. "A couple of hours probably." The words were barely audible.

Liam nodded as he ran his hand up Zayn's chest and wrapped it around the boy's face. He directed Zayn's gaze to him as he stroked the boy faster. "Do you think you'd be able to come back next weekend?"

Zayn opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a soft moan as Liam flicked his hips up to drive right into his spot. He nodded firmly, mouth still parted slightly.

Liam ran his hand along Zayn's cheek. "Now be a good boy and come all over yourself for me."

Zayn moaned loudly as he speed up his hips. They didn't have much time left, and he wanted to make Liam come before he had to go home. But at least he wouldn't have to wait long for the next time around.

**Author's Note:**

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> 
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